Chapter 20 {Removed}

Alisha stood on her trembling legs, in Alice's tightly gripping her hair , forcing her to meet his gaze. His face wore a sinister expression, instilling fear deep within her. The sight of his bloodshot eyes intensified her terror, creating a situation far worse than she had anticipated.

Alice slapped her again, preventing her from falling to the ground.

"Please, stop!"

The slaps continued relentlessly, one after another, without any regard for her well-being. It was unfathomable how he could strike her with such madness, completely disregarding the pain he inflicted.

After a barrage of slaps, he released his grip on her face and sneered, "I despise it when people try to sound innocent. Your incessant screaming is driving me to madness. Keep it to yourself."

With blood dripping from her mouth, Alisha managed to utter, "You're a bad person. How could you slap me like this? You told me to do this, and now you're saying it's wrong. I hate you for treating me this way. It's wrong to raise your hand against someone you don't even know."

"Who said I don't know you, Angel? I know you better than you know yourself. You're trapped in a dream, Angel. I detest your attempts to provoke me, but you persist nonetheless,"Alice, consumed by anger, retorted.

"Please, don't continue slapping me like this! Even Mother Mary never laid a hand on me. You're terrible,"

"When did I claim to be a good person, Angel? I'm the worst person you'll ever meet in your life. You're gravely mistaken if you think I'm some kind of saint. You're pushing me to my limits, making me angrier,"Alice smirked and replied.

Alisha reasoned with him once more, "If Mother Mary were to find out how you're treating me, she would surely teach you a moral lesson."

She spoke these words with childlike innocence, causing Alice to burst into laughter.

"I'd love to see how she plans to teach me. Who knows, maybe I can teach her a lesson too. As for you, you're nothing but a promiscuous person trying to seduce an old hag,"

"What do you mean, promiscuous?,” Alisha sobbed, blood still trickling from her mouth.

"Yes, someone who only wants d**icks,”he replied sarcastically.

"But only men have that. Why would I want it? I'm a girl. And it's not called a 'di**ck,' it's a penis that helps you pee."

Alice's eyes widened at her explanation, making the situation even more absurd. He was at a loss for words, realising she was the most clueless girl he had ever encountered.

"It's wrong to call someone hag. He's an uncle, and you shouldn't insult him by calling him an old hag,"

"You dare to teach me?,”Alice seethed with anger.

“Yes! If you make a mistake, you should be willing to learn from it. That's why I'm telling you,"

She spoke without concern for her bleeding mouth and tear-stained cheeks, solely focused on highlighting his poor manners. She paid no mind to how her words angered him or how he grew increasingly frustrated.

Alice yanked her hair even tighter, causing her to scream in pain. He warned, "You better watch your limits. If you think you have the right to behave this way, you won't have many chances left to live. Who do you think you are? How dare you try to teach me?"

“My neck feels like it's going to snap. Haven't I told you my name is Alisha? Do you forget so easily? You asked if I was teaching you, and I simply answered yes because you're a bad person who needs to learn,"